Western World Final by Rod C. Stryker
MTV loves those estrogen-fed
dear-penthouse breasts plastered
between celluloid drama
and movie star calories
empty of any real substance.
The measure of any man’s wallet
is directly proportional
to the size of his
waistline
in Tabloid World,
we shoot holes in his trousers
and pretend we know
what’s better for him,
chained to his trophy-wife’s
smile and six-figure plastic
surgeon.
Propped up against
mass genocide in Third World Land
begging for equal airtime,
we dive head first
into our celebrity pools
and top rated party palaces.
Someone please stop the ride,
I’m gonna puke.
by
Rod C. Stryker
This poem and art photograph was published in my current book, Lucid Affairs; now in it’s 2nd edition. If you’re interested in getting a copy, click this link: https://squareup.com/market/sun-arts-press
Rod C. Rodriguez (Stryker) 
And if you or any one else puke observing such an order around oneself, tnen let the substance produced by this puke-action falls upon the heads of so -called “masters” of the western world- capitalists and their puppet politicians.